On Looking At Photographs Of You Aged 6
You were with your brother
Standing in the ripe grass
In sunshine. With dark shadows
Across your eyes cast by your hair.
Camera conscious, you stood indeterminate
Hesitating to laugh or endure
The moment of stillness thrust upon you
Stoically, and stoicism won.
How like you now, still hesitant
To endure or push aside eyes not dead
But living, questioning, demanding
Outside seekers of your mind’s retreat.